'Blessed with a thundering, throbbing, heavy duty sound, typified by breakneck rhythms, clattering percussion and snarling vocals, Black, Magee, LaFaro and Lynn easily charm the pants off the Whelan’s massive, some of whom are too entranced by the racket to headbang along.'

Sure, this album is emphatically unsexy, rough ‘n’ ready and clumsy. But LaFaro see this as anything but a weakness. No - they’re justifiably proud as punch. A frontal masterpiece in shit brown. Fuck me, this bucking bronco of an album is fun! - 9/10

"For years the English have been trying to convince the world that the Germans never laugh, that they all wear storm-trooper uniforms and that they are all called Siegfried. But the German people are some of the warmest, funniest people we have ever met." - Jonny

'It’s starting off with a surprise attack: Full Tilt is losing it without warning and hitting the right spots. Nose first, temples second. You’re stumbling. Langer is mocking the German citizenship and during Sucking Diesel the brawl becomes a party'.- Album Of The Year - 10/12

'This album is less a calm blue ocean, and more a flaming chasm in the deepest depths of hell...These songs are truly punishing, and would probably start riots if you played them loud enough. There is no respite here.'

'The intimate setting affords the band a chance to not so much throw out stage banter as engage in actual conversation, wittering on about burning priests, the joys of Bring Me The Horizon and whatever falls out of their clearly deranged heads.' - KKKK